Drake Hotline Bling Lyrics Novels & Stories

Drake pulled out a stick of cigarette and lit it then took a smoke, he was about to finalise a major project but nothing interested him, even work was now boring. ¨Where are we heading to boss,¨ the driver asked, Eric was away on a trip he had delegated. ¨Home¨, Drake said and a sour feeling rose in his chest, did he even have anywhere he called home? the driver interrupted his train of thoughts, ¨boss, which house exactly?¨ he asked. ¨Chase¨. Drake said a single word and the driver started the car. He closed hie eyes and savoured the fragrance of the smoke, Cynthia, why couldn´t she see me twice? Am I that despicable?

The voice on the other side said. “Huh? Who is this?” I asked. I removed the phone from my ear and looked at the screen. It was an unsaved number. “This is Drake. I have sent you a package. Make sure you wear that dress and those shoes. Put on some make up and do not be late. I will personally pick you up at exactly seven in the evening.” Drake said. I wanted to ask him how he had gotten my personal number but then I remembered that I filled it out as an emergency contact on the application form.

An evil grin crossed Drake’s face but was quickly wiped off when the sounds of sirens coming near caught everyone’s attention. Drake moved so fast that I could hardly see. He was now standing at the entrance of the club. The sirens were right outside now. The flashing red and blue lights were illuminating the surrounding buildings. The police? Fire Trucks? or both? Drake turned to me. “Willow, baby, I am sorry I hit you. I hate myself for it. I want you to know that I won’t stop until I remind you of how great we are together. You are everything to me.” He turned back toward Brax who looked like he was ready to rip the skin from Drake’s body, leaving him to bleed out on the floor. “As for yo

It wasn't the usual one Ethan went to but I knew someone there, and I was just going for a checkup anyway. I hummed to the song filling the car from the speakers. I had no idea what song it was but I made a mental note to ask the driver before I left. It was not my usual genre, something in the lyrics spoke of melancholy but it had just enough energy in the beat to get me nodding. I leaned my head back, this might be a long ride. Then my phone rang, phone call from Drake. I grinned as his jolly face filled the screen. “Ooh sunshine is smiling. Been a while since I've seen this pretty girl smile in real life, I've been subjected to gazing at the pictures going viral.“ I rolled my eyes. He cou

Being close to Jean would lead to him moving away from Blair, and, at one time or another, Drake would need to make a choice. He also carried heavy traumas from the past, but he dealt with the feeling. His goals included emotional stability and sanity so that, perhaps, he could get close to someone and stay. "Hi, baby. I know you're resting. I just wanted to know if you're okay without me. Take care" Drake left his third voice message on Saturday night, late. She hadn't answered the previous ones, but she would have to face the truth at some point. "I'm fine, thank you. The day was very hot, but I'll survive. Take care of yourself too" finally, after a few minutes, Blair replied.

“Ride me like you mean it. Tell me you don’t want your old life back.” “I don’t want it back,” I moaned, grinding down on him. “This is all I need. Your cock destroying me every day.” My pussy clenched around him as I got closer. The addiction felt real now. The echoes had taken over completely. I couldn’t imagine leaving these chains or his touch. “Please let me cum. I’m so close.” He held my hips and controlled the pace, keeping me on the edge.